* Originally appeared on the Juice sndtrk

Sip the juice cuz I got enough to go around

And the thought takes place uptown

I grew up on the sidewalk where I learned street talk

And then taught to hawk New York

I go to Queens for queens to get the crew from Brooklyn

Make money in Manhattan and never been tooken

Go Uptown and the Bronx to boogie down

Get strong on the Island, recoupe, and lay around.

Time to bulid my juice back up-

Props back up, suckers get smacked up

Don't doubt the clout, you know what I'm about

Knocking niggaz off, knocking niggaz out

Shaking em up, waking em up

Raking em up, breaking em up...

Standing on shaky grounds too close to the edge

Let's see if I know the ledge

Corners' trifling 'cause shorty's here

I get cock-d liffin' forty's of beer;

Here's a sip for the crew that's deceased,

If I get revenge, then they rest in peace.

Somebody's got to suffer, I just might spare one-

And give a brother a fair one!

Stay alert and on "p's".

And I do work with these- like Hercules,

Switch to southpaw, split your right jaw

'Cause I don't like y'all, I'm hype when night fall.

Smooth but I move like an army

Bulletproof down in case brothers try to bomb me,

Putting brothers to rest like Elliot ness

'Cause I don't like stress

Streets ain't a place for innocent bystanders to stand

Nutting's gonna stop the plan

I'll chill like Pacino, kill like DeNiro

Black Gambino, die like a hero

Living on shaky grounds too close to the edge

Let's see if I know the ledge!

Shells lay around on the battleground